14. Yolani

HOLLIERVILLE, MS…

"Damn, this heat. I haven't missed it," Avery said as we walked to the rental car I'd booked.

I was so pissed with him that I wished I'd remembered to tell him to get his own damn car.

"Yep," I said, hitting the trunk.

"Let me get that, Lani." He took my Rimowa suitcase from my hands and lifted it into the truck.

"Thanks." I kept it short, going to slide into the driver's seat. It was hot, that sticky heat that we didn't have back in LA.

Sliding into the passenger seat, Avery exhaled. "I'm sorry for how I acted, Lani. I was wrong for coming out on that balcony and making shit worse."

"That's all I wanted from you." I backed out, heading to the exit where I had to hand off the paperwork.

"Initially, I didn't want you with that nigga, but I can see that you actually like him. So I won't be so hard on you no more. You forgive me?"

"I don't know. I would need to see you acting differently and not like my daddy." I gripped the wheel.

I really wished Avery wasn't here right now, but he came every year, and Tilsa, who I didn't want here even more than him, would soon follow.

I wanted it to just be me and Cemone, but Avery had been slated to come since before I even linked up with Cemone, so I couldn't just tell him not to. Additionally, my family was his family, too, and I didn't have the authority to keep him from my grandparents.

"Aight." He bobbed his head, a pregnant pause in the air before he said, "How about if I try to bond with him, get to know him when he get here? Ain't much shit to do here in Hollierville, but I know a few hot spots." Avery was grinning when I glanced his way.

"That actually sounds like a good idea."

"Run it by him first because I ain't trying to be out with that nigga and Huxley, then he get to acting crazy. Hux ain't gon' hold back." Avery referred to his homeboy that he'd been cool with ever since he started coming out here as a teenager.

"Well, maybe he needs to because I wouldn't bet on him against Cemone."

"That muthafucka got you thinking he Superman, huh?"

I declined to respond because maybe he did, but nothing had proved otherwise yet.

"Anyway, he already said he would try for me as well. I want you to know, Avery, that I love you, and you're important to me, but I… I'm in love with Cemone, and I'm not going to put you before him just because we have history and you're family."

"I get it." He toyed with the few hairs on his chin. Avery kept a semi-clean face, only sporting a mustache and little bit of growth on his chin. "You think you can run me by Sachi's?"

"Damn, nigga. Shouldn't you speak to my grandparents before you start humping?" I chuckled.

"I mean, yeah, you got a point. We can do that, but I'm swiping Pops' keys soon after I drop my shit off." He laughed when I shook my head.

"You act like you don't even have a girlfriend, Avery. I don't like the girl, but her acting crazy is valid, just with the wrong person."

"I mean, I fuck with Tilsa, but I ain't married. I like to have fun, and I been fucking Sachi for a minute. It's a ritual by this point that when I come down, I smash."

"Then you ignore her when Tilsa shows up."

"Nah, y'all think I ignore her. I make time. I ain't like other niggas. I could successfully have two girlfriends, and they both be satisfied, if I wanted to."

"Yet you were worried about me and Cemone. He's nothing like you."

Avery got quiet for a minute then said, "He nothing like me because he got you."

I halted, not wanting to take that the wrong way. He could've very well been just complimenting me as someone he loved like a sister, or it could've meant more.

"I guess," was all I said as I turned onto my grandparents' street.

Their old home had only three bedrooms, but once I made it big, I bought them a new build that they got the chance to customize fully. They didn't want to leave Mississippi to come to Los Angeles, so it was the only way I could get them a house of this size since Hollierville didn't truly do mansions.

Now, they had a lot of extra land, space, rooms, and everything their hearts desired. It was one of my proudest accomplishments.

As soon as I pulled through their gates, my grandfather came out of the door, helping my grandmother along with him.

"I got five minutes before I dip," Avery let me know, causing me to chuckle as I hopped from the car, arms wide to hug two of my favorite people.

FEW DAYS LATER…

CC: Pulling up

Slipping my feet into my UGG slippers, I hopped down from my bed, feeling like a giddy teenager happy to see her little boyfriend on the weekend.

"He's here!" I shouted, rushing to the door.

"Get my jersey, Harriet!" my grandfather shouted, making me snicker as I unlocked the wood door then the weather door, stepping out to see Cemone in all his fine glory.

He was in a simple T-shirt, Essentials joggers, socks, and Givenchy slides. It was nothing to a nigga like him, but he made everything look sexy, especially with the tattoos spiraling down his strong pecan-colored arms and the backs of his hands.

Making my way down the cobblestone walkway, I met him at the truck he'd come down in, and like always, he picked me up. I didn't know why I loved that, but I did, and he realized it.

We kissed several times as I hugged his neck, forgetting my people were waiting until my grandfather mumbled something to his wife.

Laughing, Cemone placed me to my feet before knocking for the driver to open the trunk so he could get his stuff.

"How y'all doing?" he asked, making his way up with his luggage and me hanging off of him.

"Just fine, just fine." My grandparents were all smiles, especially my grandpa, clutching onto that jersey and marker for dear life.

"Let me put this down." Cemone set the bags on the floor, then shook my grandfather's hand and hugged my grandmother.

"You are so strong and tall and handsome," she said.

"Harriet, please. You're old enough to be his great grandmother," my grandpa replied, hating while handing over the marker and LA Bulldogs jersey with Cemone's number 22 on back.

"You still look beautiful." Cemone winked at her, taking the jersey and quickly signing it.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Don't pay my husband any mind. He still chases behind me like the first day I met him."

"As he should." Cemone smirked, handing the materials back to my grandpa.

"You're right. That's how you keep your wife happy. You better do the same with my grand baby." My grandpa lifted a brow.

"Oh my gosh, please," I interjected.

"Leslie, let's show him to his room before we start lecturing." My grandma shooed everyone along since we were all piled in the middle of the living room.

"I can show him, and then we will be back out in a minute." I took Cemone's hand once he had his bags on his shoulders. Walking to the room next to mine, I opened the door. "This is you." I smiled.

"Where yo' stuff?" he half joked.

"I already told you they don't play that down here. We'll be in separate rooms. Unmarried folk can't sleep in the same room here." I watched him set his stuff down while eying the big bed and decorations.

"Let me check how this shit move." He sat on the bed, pulling me in between his legs.

"Cemone, please." I giggled, tossing my arms around his neck as we kissed.

"Gotta make sure you comfortable while I'm in it." He leaned back, propping himself up on his elbow. He was so gorgeous and smelled so good… always.

"You don't wanna be comfortable?"

"I could be on a bed of hot coal; long as I'm getting pussy, I'll be comfortable."

We chuckled in unison.

"Well, you can set this up how you like. It's all yours for the time being."

"Where that bitch ass brother of yours?"

"His name is Avery, and you're supposed to be playing nice, remember?" I raised a brow, and Cemone looked off. "But he's out with one of his hos he keeps up with whenever out here."

"I thought you said he had a girlfriend."

"Yeah, well, to some niggas, that doesn't matter. Long as you're not one of those niggas, I couldn't care less about what the next nigga does."

Pulling me so that I was straddling him as he lay back on the bed, he held my hips, saying, "Nah, you know yo' nigga all about you."

"He better be." I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as Cemone nibbled on his bottom lip. "Avery wants to try to make amends while here. I told him that was good, and you'd be fine with hanging out at least once."

"Nah, I don't get along with niggas like him. He weird." Cemone shook his head, solidifying his statement.

"Just try for me. I don't want to be in the middle."

"You ain't gotta be. All he gotta do is not talk to me and not get in yo' fucking business."

"Please." I bent down to kiss him slowly.

"Mmm. What else you got?" He gripped my ass in the cut-off jean shorts I had on.

"You'll soon find out, but I need you to agree and do this for me. Just try, and if it doesn't work, I won't ask again." I sat upright.

"Aight, one time. If he on some shit, I'm not only gon' be done with him, I'm gon' beat his ass." Cemone spoke unceremoniously, so I knew he was serious.

"Okay." I smiled. "Come on. I know they're waiting for us." I climbed off, reaching my hand to him to pull him from the bed to follow me out.

"Aye." He gripped my hair gently but tightly, tugging my head back some to kiss me. "You pretty as fuck."

"Thank you." I half smiled, letting him peck me again before we left the room.

"Cemone," my grandfather greeted, stuffing his face with the food my grandmother had just finished since she was still cooking when Cemone arrived. "Can you only play basketball?" He gulped some watermelon tea.

"Here you go." My grandmother handed both Cemone and me a plate.

"Thank you, Mrs. Wallace. You don't need no help, do you?" Cemone quizzed, and my grandmother blushed while I rolled my eyes playfully.

"No, sweetheart, but thank you. I don't know why they say you're so rude." She walked off to retrieve her own food and drink as Cemone and I sat next to each other, resting our plates on the tray tables set out.

"To answer ya question, Mr. Wallace, nah, I can do more than that. I'm pretty handy if you need anything adjusted." Cemone dug into his food.

"Good, because the back porch steps need adjusting."

"No, Pop. He is here to visit and vacation," I interjected.

"It's cool. I like sh—stuff like that," Cemone let me know, winking when I tried to tell him telepathically, he didn't have to. "I can actually replace the steps because when you adjust 'em, it only alleviates the issue for a short period of time. You know a hardware store close by?"

I could see my grandfather was surprised by this, but at the same time, his face lit up. He didn't have any sons or grandsons unless you counted Avery, and Avery wasn't exactly into home improvement like my grandfather was. So I could see him basically salivating at having Cemone here.

"We do actually. You know, if you enjoy this type of stuff, I actually have to fix a roof leak, and the shed in the backyard needs to be redone as well," he piled on, eyes wide and waiting for Cemone to agree to be his work buddy.

"I'm with that." Cemone drank some of his tea.

"Ok, great. Good." My grandfather beamed.

For the next hour, Cemone and my grandfather took over the conversation, talking about manly stuff, while my grandmother and I made faces at each other about it. Finally, she jumped in, telling my grandpa he shouldn't be late for his card game. He asked for Cemone to come, but I elbowed him, letting him know he'd better decline, to which he did, chuckling at me.

"So since when can you build stuff?" I lay on my stomach on his bed as he unpacked.

"Since forever. My pops used to take us up to Northern California in the woods, taught us a lot of survival shit like shooting, fishing, campfires, how to build shit. We hated it, but that's because we were young as fuck and wanted to be doing mindless shit. Now I'm grateful."

"Hmm, and this is your stepfather?"

"Right, but I don't refer to him as that because he just not." Cemone shrugged, putting his nice shirt on a hanger. "He did more for me than my own father, and I don't even mean financially because one thing that deadbeat ass nigga did was put food on the table and pay bills. But everything else, everything important, I got from Prime."

"Yeah, money is nice, and it definitely helps, but there are bigger things that go with being a parent." I agreed. "That's why I don't get why it doesn't bother you more that people believe you to be a deadbeat."

"That's only because them muthafuckas don't know me. I ain't gon' ever give a fuck about the opinion of a nigga who ain't ever met me or even been inside my fucking home.

"My own family thought I was on some bullshit at one point, too, but that's mainly because I wasn't about to be going all out and bringing kids around them until I knew they were mine. But I've always thrown Solene and Ananda money, even before shit was confirmed."

He came and lay down next to me.

"That makes sense. You're so different than what I expected, Cemone Compton."

He smirked. "Told you, you had to get to know a nigga. I also told you, you was gon' fold."

"Ugh." I laughed, hating he even remembered that. "I know I did and badly too. Not only do I like you, I love you."

"I love you too, with yo' pretty ass." He moved my hair from my face before digging into his pocket. "Ready for dessert?"

"Yes." I snatched the Pop-Tart. He laughed as I sat on my feet, tearing into the package, probably looking feral.

"Don't eat it all, shit, I want a piece too."

Breaking off a medium sized corner, I handed it over.

"The rest is mine." I bit it and moaned softly as he chuckled in that sexy, raspy voice.

Later that night…

My mind was running rampant as I tried to figure out what I was going to do. I felt like shit. My symptoms flared only an hour ago. Not only was this the worst time because I was on vacation with my man, but I had told him to come to my room tonight once my grandparents left to my great aunt's home.

One thing I loved about my grandparents was that they got out and moved around. According to my grandpa, that and reading kept their minds sharp.

I knew Cemone would be coming in shortly since they left only five minutes ago, but my limbs were aching and on fire. I was praying and hoping it would lull enough for me to still proceed with tonight's plans, AKA us sealing our relationship with long, overdue sex, but I wasn't sure.

My breath hitched when I saw my doorknob turning. Cemone slipped in shortly after, looking good enough to eat. My body wanted what was to happen tonight but had betrayed me at the same fucking time. I smiled, trying to pretend I was fine because I just couldn't ruin tonight by holding back any longer.

The man had been patient, more than any man, and he was the only man I dated that truly didn't have to. Cemone could have any woman he wanted and when he wanted like them bitches were on DoorDash, yet he was steadfast and loyal. He deserved the shit, even if it turned out he was the trash nigga I used to think he was. If I fucked him now, I wouldn't be too upset.

"I was gon' try to give it some time 'cause I know them parentals can double back and shit but I couldn't wait." He climbed into the bed as I chuckled.

"You must've done something like this before."

"Long time ago. I don' had my own crib for years at this point and money to pay for a room just as long."

"I see," I said just as he started to kiss my face, climbing on top of me.

I went with the flow, thinking maybe it wouldn't be too bad, but when he maneuvered my thighs to part and allow himself in between, I winced. Thankfully, he didn't notice, caressing me slowly as he started to suck on my neck. Again, my body was reacting to him, causing me to leak down below, yet the pain searing through my limbs every time he bumped against me in the slightest made me want to jump out of my skin.

His lips went down to my collarbone, and then he stopped, making me open my eyes to stare up at him in the semi-dark.

"You aight?" he quizzed, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yep." I nodded.

He didn't say anything at first, seemingly reading my face for a beat.

"I thought you said you wanted to. Why you so rigid and shit? Feel like I'm fucking with a dead body," he stated, and I tried to snicker as much as I could.

"I don't feel well."

"What does that mean?"

"Means I'm sick."

"Nah, what does it mean when you don't feel well? This is the second time you told me that shit, and you don't look sick." He climbed off me. "What you not telling me, Yolani?" He talked over his shoulder as his legs hung off the other side of the bed.

"I have an auto-immune disease that causes random flare-ups, which includes stiffness and pain in my arms and legs. Sometimes it's accompanied by abdomen pain and bloating, and sometimes it's only the abdomen pain and bloating."

"All the time we been talking, and you never told me this shit?" I watched his side profile shift into a frown.

"I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want you to think I was somebody who had all these issues," I admitted, realizing it was foolish if I planned to have anything real with him. "But it's why I appreciated you for taking up for me with that podcaster talking about my stomach during that one show."

Turning, he put his back to the headboard, wearing an indecipherable expression. I couldn't tell if he was mad or not, and I couldn't touch him the way I wanted to with the way I was feeling.

"You don't really get how I feel about you, huh?" He finally cast his pretty eyes onto me.

"No, I do." I nodded. "I do. That didn't really have anything to do with you. It was more of how I saw myself."

"You perfect."

"No I'm not?—"

"You are. To me. I saw you and I thought you was perfect. Got to know you, and I still think you perfect. Nothing you tell me or do is gon' ever make me think otherwise, unless you out here thotting and shit, but with the way you got me waiting, I wouldn't even believe that shit."

I snickered lightly, watching him watch me.

"I'm sorry for not saying anything. Can I have a kiss?" Leaning over, he obliged me, and like always, my whole body started to fill with lust as our lips meshed together. "I have medicine. Let me take it, and after about an hour, we will be good to go," I whispered against his lips, panties soaked.

"If you got medicine, why you ain't taking it?"

"It's only for work because it has a crashing affect, so about six or seven hours after taking it, I feel sluggish and have horrible headaches."

Brows furrowed, Cemone asked, "What is this shit called?"

"We don't know yet. It started when I was in my late teens, and no one has been able to figure it out, but we found a doctor who was able to at least get me some medication for temporary relief."

He nodded, looking straight ahead as he thought deeply.

Pulling me closer but carefully, he replied, "I don't want you taking medicine to fuck me. We not that old yet."

I laughed, admiring the smile he gave me, pressing his chin into his chest momentarily.

"I promised it would be tonight, and I don't like reneging on my promises."

"This is an exception. I don' waited this long. I can wait a little bit longer."

"It'll only be a few days. The worst is the first night, and it gradually lessens as the days go on. By day three, I will be fine." I laid on his arm. He smelled so good, like a freshly showered man with the perfect touch of cologne. After a little bit of silence, I added, "This is what it's like sometimes… to be with me."

"Long as I'm with you, I don't really give a fuck about the details." He sniffled, but all I could do was simper softly. I loved him, and it was crazy that I almost missed out on him. Thank God he was thirsty and persistent. I never thought in a million years that Cemone Compton would be a place of solace and comfort. "Would a massage help?"

"I don't know. I've never thought to go get one. I'm usually so focused on the pain I don't think to get up and go anywhere."

No man had ever offered, but there was no need to say that part. This part of me had always been a burden or wet blanket for the niggas that did learn this part of me.

"Let's try. If it ain't helping, let me know." He got out of the bed, peeling the heavy comforter back for me.

Slowly, he assisted in putting me onto my stomach by picking me up. I was only in a bralette and boy shorts, so majority of my body was already exposed.

Cemone located my lotion, pumping some into his hand, before starting to slowly massage it into the backs of my legs. At first, the feeling was jarring, but after a few more rubs, it relaxed me. I didn't know if it was helping the pain so much as it was helping me to unwind. I could barely sleep with this much pain, so the fact that this massage was bringing such a tranquil response meant a lot.

I let my lids lower as Cemone continued, moving all around my body with the perfect pressure. I was so relaxed I didn't even stop him as he removed my boy shorts.

"Are you having as much fun as I am?" I slurred, feeling drowsy.

"If you only knew," he replied, chuckling.

"I'm happy this doesn't bother you," I admitted, feeling drunk with sleep and a little loose at the mouth.

"I love you too much for that."

"You don't love me," I said honestly. "You haven't known me long enough."

I was hypocritical because I definitely loved him, too, but that was how I was. I was a hopeless romantic. Though Cemone was the first man I felt like I was in love with, minus the times as a teen I thought I was in love, I usually always felt more than the average person.

"How long I gotta know you for that?" He continued caressing me.

"Years I guess." I shrugged one shoulder lazily.

"I think that's for females. Niggas know up front. Y'all the ones that take forever to figure out if you got the right nigga or not."

"Up front? Yeah, right." I giggled.

"Sounds wild, and I used to think it was bullshit, too, when my pops used to tell us that shit. Thought my brothers were just some tender, feather tailed ass niggas by falling for these females in two weeks and shit." He laughed, and I followed suit. Taking on a more serious tone, he continued. "Then I met you, and the shit clicked."

"So you loved me as soon as you saw me?" I smiled, eyes still closed as I basked in the feeling of his strong hands. I couldn't believe these same hands had handled guns, built things, and slapped my brother, because they were so gentle. Not soft, because he was still a man, but very gentle.

"I don't really fucking know. What I do know is from day one I wanted to impress you and was willing to do anything to have you. And I don't need to tell you I ain't that type of nigga. If anybody was gon' bend or conform, it was gon be her when it came to me. I also couldn't care less about impressing somebody. You was either gon' give me some pussy or you wasn't."

"Lord." I chuckled.

"Just the truth. I ain't been turned down too many times in my life, especially since I been drafted, but when it did happen, I moved onto the next and didn't give a fuck. With you, though, that shit plagued a nigga for months.

"Initially, I wanted you—to prove a point and just to say I got it, but that shit quickly changed to me just wanting you. I said, if a woman got a nigga like me chasing, hunting, changing, and switching, that's the one I want."

I giggled. "Well, I'm flattered."

"You humbled the fuck out of me, but I love you for it. Wouldn't want any other woman having my last name, real shit."

"I'm happy I could help." Sighing, I said, "I'm also happy you didn't let me run you off." Opening my eyes, I admitted, "I love you too."

Palming the bed, he hovered over me from behind and pressed his lips to mine. It quickly changed into a heated, passionate kiss that had my lower half on fire.

Moving his mouth to my shoulder, he sucked on it then did the same down my back until he hit my ass. Sucking and biting my butt, he said, "I'm hungry, Yolani."

I didn't say anything as he descended onto his knees, slowly separating my legs to take my clit into his mouth from behind. Closing my eyes again, I rested, as Cemone hungrily ate my pussy from the back until my legs were trembling something serious, and I had no choice but to call his name while gripping the sheets.

"I can't wait to fuck you," I revealed through stuttered moans as I came all over the bed.

I'd never slept better.

FEW DAYS LATER…

Opening my eyes, I checked my phone to see it was eleven a.m. Cemone's ass had been putting me to bed every night with those hands and that mouth, causing me to wake up late as hell. Tonight, though, I planned to return the favor. I was so horny and had been dreaming of fucking him for the past three nights. He'd be lucky if I didn't hop on his ass in front of my family and start humping his leg like a bitch in heat.

Climbing out of bed, I left the room to go brush my teeth, and on the way, I could hear a lot of hammering, cutting, and conversation between Cemone and my grandfather. After brushing, flossing, and using mouthwash, I hopped into the shower. Once out, I slipped into a thigh-length Skims dress and put my feet into my favorite UGG slippers before padding to the kitchen.

"Where is breakfast?" I looked around the kitchen as my grandmother sat at her table, sipping coffee out of her favorite mug.

"In the fridge still, 'cause you claimed you would cook for everyone, but you keep waking up late." She eyed me knowingly over the rim of her mug as I clipped my silk pressed hair up.

"Oh, yeah. You know when I'm ill, it's hard for me to wake up." I hurried to the fridge to remove everything I needed from it and the freezer.

"So it has nothing to do with Cemone being here this summer?"

"Of course not." I frowned, despite keeping my back to her, while I arranged all my ingredients. "I wouldn't get down like that in your house, Granny." I peered over my shoulder and smiled as she scoffed in disbelief.

"Okay. Just don't end up pregnant, because I do not want to explain to my daughter that I let her daughter get pregnant in my damn house."

"Nothing to worry about here."

"I hope not. Homeboy is the two F's and those are a recipe for disaster."

"Two F's?" I queried.

"Fine and fertile."

We broke out into laughter as I focused back on the hash brown casserole I was making that contained hash browns, cheese, bacon, and sausage. Everyone loved it and counted on me to fix it for breakfast at least twice while down here.

My grandmother kept me company while I cooked, and soon enough, it was done, so I went to fetch Cemone and my grandfather before everyone sat at the table.

"I thought this was supposed to be breakfast, Lani." My grandpa stuffed his face.

"I know, but I preferred for it to be brunch," I lied, eating my own food.

"What is this?" Cemone chewed, brows bunched together. He was so sexy when he frowned, or maybe I was just in heat.

"Hash brown casserole with cheese, meat, and a side of eggs."

"I ain't ever had this before. You gotta make this when we get back to LA." He held up his plate for me.

"Boy, you can put it away. You only been sitting down for forty-five seconds." My grandma's eyes widened.

"The boy is almost six feet, seven inches, Harriet. That piece was too damn small in the first place." My grandpa defended his new best friend.

"How did your mama feed you and not go broke?" she asked, making the table chuckle as I refilled Cemone's plate.

"Not even sure, and I'm one of six," he answered.

"They all your height?" she inquired.

"Nah, but they not small. The shortest is six feet, three inches."

"Good Lord!" My grandma palmed her chest, making everyone snicker.

We polished off our breakfast, and afterward, Cemone wanted another shower since he'd been hard at work all morning. Once he was out, my granny gave us a list of errands to run and things to be sure we picked up, mainly her blueberry pie ice cream. Of course, Cemone was all too willing to do it for her, and my grandpa was excited he didn't have to.

We hopped into my grandfather's pickup truck and started at the hardware store, where Cemone grabbed some shit I knew nothing about so he could help with siding the shed in the backyard.

We then went to the only real store in Hollierville, which was Walmart, to get the groceries my grandmother needed. While there, he stopped to grab some cute outfits for his kids since they would be joining us soon. He explained that buying expensive shit for them made no sense unless for pictures, because they grew too damn fast.

"She can just get this one." I picked up the blueberry ice cream from the freezer section.

"That ain't the flavor though." He studied the freezer.

"Yeah, but I don't see it, and I'm cold. Let's go." I put it in the basket, but Cemone took it right back out. "Cemone?—"

"Aye, bruh," he stopped one of the employees, "where the blueberry pie ice cream?"

"Oh, I don't even know. If it's not there, we ain't got it—oh shit, Cemone Compton!" His hand hovered his mouth in shock. "Yolani!" His eyes widened further, so I smiled and waved.

"What's good, nigga?" He smiled quickly then let it fall. "How about you find this ice cream flavor for me though. Let whoever's in charge know if I don't get that before I leave, I'm gon' turn this bitch out."

"Of course." The boy rushed off toward the back.

"It is not that serious, Cemone!" I tried to hold back my laughter.

"Granny gon' get her fucking ice cream."

This fool was serious.

About ten minutes later, the boy and his giddy starstruck manager personally delivered the ice cream tub from the back, letting us know all the groceries would be free of charge.

We took pictures with them both before they left us alone.

"We actually got it," I said.

"See." He leaned on the handle of the basket, kissing me, deeply like always. I loved his kisses, always sensual and perfect. "Gotta do right by the woman who got you here. The lineage of good pussy."

"Ugh, Cemone." I turned my lip up as he cracked himself up with his cute ass. "You are such a charmer." I laughed, shaking my head at him.

We moseyed around the store for a little bit just browsing, and then left with everything free. We then stopped by the bank before dropping the groceries off. Of course, my grandma had another errand, which was taking her pie to her homegirl, so we did that, then decided to eat at the local Waffle House, the only real sit-down eatery here.

Afterward, we just spent the day out, with me showing him around the city while he drove. In the midst, I did something I never had before and that was posting a man on my social media. Snapping a shot of Cemone's fine ass side profile as he drove my grandpa's pickup, I shared it to my story. My hand was in it, caressing his well-groomed beard.

"Next thing you post, make sure muthafuckas know I'm yo' nigga, Yolani," he let me know as I tittered at his seriousness behind it.

"I think the picture said that," I responded, though I could tell he didn't agree.

He filled my grandfather's tank back up, and then we headed home since it was getting dark.

"Cemone!" Yailey screeched as soon as he stepped inside of the house.

"What's up, beautiful?" He grinned, hugging her as she damn near knocked him over.

"Nothing! Me and my mom just got here!" She pointed to our mother as I hugged and kissed her.

"Where is Daddy?" I asked her, and she gave me a look, telling me in no words that he didn't want to come because of Cemone.

Cemone and my mother exchanged greetings and hugs before a voice that was the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard said, "Dang, you can't introduce me, Lani?" Tilsa made herself known, eyes locked on Cemone.

"Baby, this is Tilsa, Avery's girlfriend," I said.

"Nice to finally meet you, sir." Tilsa drank him in, looking just as parched as she wanted to be.

Cemone chuckled a bit, shaking his head slightly like he'd run into her kind often. He lightly shook her hand then slipped around her, leaving her on stuck.

"I'm gon' use the bathroom." He walked past Avery, who gave him a head nod to which he ignored.

"Everybody, come in the kitchen so we can eat!" my grandma called out.

"Yay! I'm hungry!" Yailey ran in front of everyone, leaving my mother and me behind.

"The back and front porch look amazing. Daddy told me Cemone did most of the work." My mother simpered at me, arm around my shoulder as we walked toward the kitchen.

"Yeah, you think he can build me a she-shed?" Yailey asked. She had hearing like a dog.

I noticed everyone smiling at her request except for Avery.

"I got you." Cemone appeared.

"No, he did not come here to be a damn slave, y'all." I jumped in as he pulled my chair out. I noticed Tilsa lowly ask why Avery didn't do the same for her, but he busied himself with his phone.

"I told you I like doing shit like that, love. Give me a few days, baby girl." He sat next to me, and I watched him, while Yailey bounced in her seat excitedly.

Dinner thankfully went fine. I was worried Avery and Cemone might get into it, but Avery was rather withdrawn, only chuckling or commenting here and there. My grandparents, Yailey, and mom were enjoying their conversation with Cemone too much to care. He was very charismatic, blending in with my family as if he'd been around them one hundred times over.

Tilsa found everything he said to be extra funny and couldn't stop staring at him so that she didn't even notice Avery on his phone all while he ate, something she would usually call out.

After everyone was full of some good soul food and multiple servings of chess pie, most of us showered then retired to our rooms.

Once I felt like everyone of authority was asleep, I hopped out of my bed and stripped down, tossing on a robe. I was gonna wear some sexy lingerie, but Cemone gave me the vibe that he liked to get right to his meal without all the wrapping.

I combed my golden hair down, put on a little ChapStick and light perfume, and then left my room to go to his. Creeping in, I smiled upon seeing him sit up at the sight of his door opening.

"I'm very impressed, Mr. Compton." I leaned against the closed door, smirking.

"Oh word?"

"Yes." I started toward him. "By the real you, not the other version you presented to me initially." I made it to him, standing between his legs. His hands immediately landed on my ass as he squeezed.

"I like you too," he said softly, his mind clearly elsewhere just before our mouths collided.

He wasted no time tugging on the belt of my robe. I let it fall off, revealing my naked body and watching Cemone stare me down in awe and admiration.

With his hands on my body, he brought me closer, kissing on my collarbone before trailing down to my nipples. Taking one into his mouth, he sucked, offering an amazing amount of compression before switching to the other, all while massaging my ass.

"Mmm," I moaned.

Licking up my chest and to my neck, he said, "I been waiting so fucking long to see you like this. You didn't fucking disappoint."

Going back to my nipples, his fingers drifted down my ass as he started to circle my clit from the back. Our bodies were flushed to one another, and since he was shirtless, the heat was already passing back and forth. My soft body against his strong one was an unexplainable feeling.

He sucked on my neck before putting me into his lap, making me straddle him. As I started to moan louder, he captured my mouth with his.

Lifting me with ease, he let my thighs rest on his shoulders, making it so my pussy was right in his face. I'd never had head where I sat on a nigga's shoulders, but I was ready to find out if it was my thing or not.

"Fuck," I whimpered, feeling Cemone's perfect mouth lick and lap at my bud.

Because of the position, there was nowhere for me to go, so I had no choice but to sit there and take his tongue lashing.

"Mm, shit." He moaned as my body quivered a bit from my first orgasm of the night.

Spreading my legs further, he buried his face in my pussy, sucking my clit and making me spill down his beard as I trembled. His big hands gripped my ass cheeks as he slurped between my folds, slipping his tongue inside of me every now and again.

"Cemone, oh my gosh." I cried, gripping some of his soft hair in my hands as my stomach contracted.

He didn't take even a second of pause, continuing to suck on my clit while flicking his tongue over it. I couldn't go anywhere, or I'd fall, so I stayed in place, letting him lick and suck me into oblivion. Finally, after my fourth orgasm, he kissed my lower lips, giving one last lengthy, penetrating lick before removing his mouth from me.

Bringing me back down into his lap, he grabbed a condom from the stash he'd stored in the nightstand and pushed his boxers down some. Dressing his dick, he kissed on my neck, not needing to pay attention to the task at hand, but I was. I knew it was long and thick but seeing it in person had intimidated me a bit.

Putting my legs over his shoulders, he said, "I wanna see you put it in."

I gripped it, the thing making my hand look like I had a deformity and not a normal sized hand, and placed it to my opening. Cemone watched, teeth sunken into his bottom lip in anticipation.

To tease him a bit, I rubbed him around the area, causing a throaty moan to escape his lips. Finally, I pressed against him, already feeling like I couldn't possibly accommodate it. He assisted, bringing me down onto him once I had the head in. My legs quaked a bit from him invading me, as my calves rested on his shoulders. I hadn't had sex in years, and what a way to come back from my drought.

"Shit," I cooed as he worked me up and down the tip of him, trying to make room for himself.

"Fuck," he grumbled, leaning forward some to kiss me nastily, while strategically removing the rest of his boxers.

The harder we kissed, the more he broke off inside of me, making me whimper at the feeling. His stroke pattern tickled my clit perfectly, despite the penetration being slightly uncomfortable.

"Cemone." I whimpered his name as he started to pick up his rhythm, it still being nice and slow, just a little quicker.

Now, he was fully inside of me, making sure I hit the base of him with every stroke. Soon enough, I was so wet and adjusted that he was able to slide inside of me with ease. The pain began to subside some, but I could still very much feel him everywhere.

"Remember you said you would never fuck me?" he reminded me, sucking on my neck as he started to pound me. My legs were over his shoulders, so yet again, I was in a position I couldn't control. "Huh?" He hit it harder, making me cum before I even knew I was about to, causing me to cling to him, digging my nails into his tattooed shoulders.

"Yes." I sniveled as he leaned me back some so he could suck on my stomach. His mouth was everywhere it seemed, yet he stayed fully inside of me.

"Now look at you. Hope you know this shit mine now." He pulled back some to look me in the eyes as he pounded into me. "Taking dick like a big girl too. Fuck." He gripped a handful of my ass, digging deeper inside of me to where I felt like I should get up, but I couldn't. "It was worth the wait though, love. Mmm." His deep voice lowered as he sucked my bottom lip, turning me on.

Burying his face into my neck, he beat it up, making me call out while he moaned softly in my ear. I knew sex with Cemone would drive me crazy, and I was glad I held out until he was mine. Otherwise, I would've been stalking this nigga.

"Shit," I whimpered, feeling that familiar and pleasant sensation stir up between my legs while Cemone whispered how perfectly of a job I was doing.

He'd made me cum at least three times in less than eight minutes. While I couldn't locate a clock to be sure, what I did know was that it was back-to-back and plentiful.

"You making a mess, baby. Damn." Holding onto my hips tightly, he drilled me, nibbling on his perfect bottom lip and asking, "Right there?"

He knew the answer by the way I was reacting, soaking his lap and crying out.

After I came yet again, he stood, carrying me to the recliner chair, the whole time bringing me up and down his dick like a pro. I'd never been fucked standing up, but I was learning that I liked it.

Putting his towel there, he set me down after removing himself from being inside of me and got down on his knees.

With my legs spread and pushed back, knees to chest, he started to eat my pussy after putting his nose in it, moaning at the smell.

He was nasty with it, leaving no part of it untouched, yet focusing mainly on my clit and under the hood until I was releasing. I had to grip his head for leverage as my body quaked.

Flipping me over, he gripped my hips so that my ass was in the air before he slid back in. Gripping a handful of my hair, he hammered me from behind, smacking my ass and gripping it with his free hand. Spreading my cheeks, he swirled his tongue in between showing me something I didn't even think would feel good. After licking from my clit to my asshole, making me cum so hard I think I clawed a hole in my people's chair, he slid back inside and started beating it up.

"You gon' have my baby, Yolani?" he asked, yanking my head back by my hair.

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?" He hit me with the rough, deep, circular motions for a quick second, gripping the front of my neck with his other hand.

"Daddy. Ki-king. Whatever yo-you want." I whimpered as he slow stroked me while bent down, sucking on my back.

Sitting back upright, he continued pounding into me, pulling my hair and spanking me. Somehow, it intensified the feeling of him blowing my back out. Our bodies clapping together was like music to my ears as the sound of my wetness bounced off the walls.

"Get yo' ass back." He put me back in place when I crawled over the chair's arm some, feeling him so deep I thought he would penetrate a nearby organ. "You don't move until I tell you to."

Staying in place like he demanded, I let him fuck the shit out of me, bringing me back-to-back orgasms. When his own moans got louder, I knew he was near.

Sliding out, he turned me to face him, tugged the condom out and slid between my lips. Falling right in line, I sucked him off, letting him control my movements using my hair. Looking up at him, I admired his abs, tattoos, and the way he bit his lip in between moans as he fucked my throat. Every now and again, he would pull out and paint my lips with the head before going back in.

"Mmm," I moaned over it, going down to attack his balls for a second, before returning to my initial duty.

"Shit. That pretty ass face sucking dick like that gon' make me nut," he groaned. "Fuck, Yolani. I fucking love you."

I went harder, letting him hit the depths of my throat, and not long after, he was spilling into my mouth. I kept sucking until he took me off him.

Pulling me up, he brought me into him, kissing me hungrily.